Secret Word

Here is your secret
prayer word...

It is what bees say
to honeysuckle,
milkweed to wind,
the lover to the one
who is unveiled.

It is what gleams
through the cloudy
infant's eye
already asleep
while her tiny lips
keep savoring the nipple,

The warrior's last
exhalation. It is
the unborn sky
at death...

I have been a pear I have been
a chestnut I have been
the worm…

What the unrisen moon
conveys to impending
darkness, "Enough.”

Don't even say it.
Just breathe. Now
don't even breathe.